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Published by 

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INTRODUCTORY NOTE. 

These ^'Song-s Along the Way^^ first appeared 
in variows religiows and secular periodicals at 
sttndry times. As some of them have had an 
extensive circttlation, and others have been util- 
ized by elocutionists in public entertainments^ and 
still others set to music, they are herein gfrouped 
in a chorus with the hope that they may impart 
more pleasure and entertainment. 

The illustrations are all photographs from 
nature especially for this book, with the ex- 
ceptions of the symbollic cross and dove. They 
were collected and adapted by the author, and the 
photo half tones were made by the celebrated 
Weeks Photo Engraving Company of Phila- 
delphia, Pa. 

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DEDICATION* 

These songs ate dedicated to any readers 
who may receive therefrom good cheer for dis- 
cottragfementt a helpful sympathy amid sorrow, 
or find any . sentiments responsive to their heart 
experience " Along the Way/' 



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CONTENTS, 

A. Prayer 17 

Betrothed 62 

Britannia 79 

Cheer for the Gleaners 38 

Columbus 70 

Daybreak Sunbeams 47 

Evetide Sunbeams 53 

Give Him a Cheer 40 

God is Calling Me 16 

Heart Sympathy 63 

Her Prayer ; loi 

In Memorium — Lincoln 84 

Jesus risen for me 37 

Mars 57 

Married in Death 81 

My Rest in Thee 39 

Oh, Come Unto Me 42 

Our Darling 99 

Perpetual Miracles 67 

Stuck on His Papers 102 



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Silence of Jehovah , , . . . 13 

Sweet Confidences ^ 5 

The Angel of the Wreck 3 

The Angel in Waiting 7 

The Angel of His Presence 1 1 

The First Day's Gloom 23 

The Heroine of Stratford 75 

Thy Face ! Thy Voice ! Thy Hand! 22 

Trifles of Memory 105 

Trained Gorillas 93 

Voices from Heroes Graves 86 

Waiting 21 





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THE ANGEL OF THE WRECK 



HOSE servant I am"; Paul spake of his 

Lord 

As he stood on the storm-beaten deck ; 

The gale crushed the ship ; chains broke 

like a cord, 

' 'But an angel came there on the wreck." 

Through black starless nights and tempest swept 
days 
Did those helpless ones drift in despair. 
Whence borne they knew not, by shrouded sun 
rays, 
Yet through blasts, went God's angel right 
there. 

Heartless were soldiers, and treacherous the crew, 
But sweet love there, gently triumphed 
o'er all. 

Faith thus wins battles, by many or the few — 
All aboard ship God gave St. Paul. 



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God's faithful thus learn when trials and woe 
Encompass their way and fond hopes defeat, 

Jesus our brother, sends angels below 

Dark events turning to victory complete. 

Onward God leadeth His servants who trust, 

Calm, are such tried souls, all others afraid ; 
Prisoners become Life-Guides 'mid shocks of 
storm gust, 
And issue Christ's orders, which must be 
obeyed. 

If God be with me let terror storm's rage 

Though bonds may abide and wounds in all 
forms, 

In this truth I'll rest, "He's the same every age," 
For His love tried ones ' 'angels come through 
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WITH FOREBODINGS AND FEAR AT THE GRAY OF SOME 

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THE ANGEL IN WAITING; 

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HEN our souls are cast down with 
burdens and gloom 
Or fear of to-morrow's dark way, 
' ' Like the sorrowing ones on the way to 
Christ's tomb, 
We ask ' Who'll the stone roll away ?' 



' ' With foreboding and fear at the gray of some 
morn 

We go forth to hard duty's dark ways. 
As if nothing but fate, and hope's efforts forlorn 

Can barriers move in such days. 

"Like those heart-broken ones 'mid the long 
weary night 
In our sorrows o'er severed love ties. 
We'd haste to the tomb ere day dawns on our 
sight, 
To behold where our lost treasure lies. 

' Oh, sorrowing soul ! deep-tried one, take hope ! 

Fear not what thy future may store, 
Jesus leaves not loved ones in trouble to grope. 

But sends angels to greet on before. 



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His angels are waiting to cheer ; 
They encamp round His loved ones ; just now 
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THE ANGEL OF HIS PRESENCE. 



H, how blest this wondrous story ? 
Of the charming one from glory 

Who is by me all the day. 
His sweet presence is not fleeting 
Though material form of greeting 

I have not, in any way. 



Christ is real, and true, and living 
Proofs of which He's ever giving, 

To my soul, my joy, my all ? 
Every heart desire He knoweth 
As my tangled paths He goeth. 

To give cheer whene'er I call. 

Oh, His beauteous face and glances 
Are not vis-ion-a-ry fancies 

That He's near, no doubt can bar, 
Silently, this my true Lovei 
Round me with His might doth hover. 

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SILENCE OF JEHOVAH. 



IIvENCE in the heavens, save the music of 

the spheres, 
Silence of Jehovah mid the ages' rolling 

years ; 
Silence, while eternal laws doth execute His 

will, 
Silence while he keepeth watch and promises 
fulfill. 
Silence of the force that rolls worlds round the 

solar throne. 
Silence of the boundless light that bathes the 

lands unknown. 
Silence, when a seed doth die to blend and bloom 

and bear, 
Silence of Jehovah, guarding all with tender care. 
Silence of Jehovah, o'er human souls' deep woe ; 
Silence, while the Prince of Hell seems victor 

o'er his foe ; 
Silence while bleeding hearts send pleadings up 

in vain ; 
Silence as is right's dark night we ask, "does 

God still reign ? ' ' 
But listen, soul ! Thou canst not see veiled 

glories world nearby, 
Supernal life and joy find birth in pain and 

sorrow's sigh. 
The charming realm of love hid now away from 
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SWEET CONFIDENCES. 



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tell Him all it is so sweet 
To lay my burdens at His feet; 

My trust He'll not betray. 
I know He hears my prayer in song 
My whisper 'mid the busy throng, 

A Bethel long the way. 

Amid earth's storms and gloom and strife 
When secret trials pierce the life 

Ivike thorns within the soul. 
Jesus then sees my every loss. 
He knows " He fainted neath the cross " 

And cheers though tempests roll. 

How blest to know He'll guide and keep 
As shepherds guard the helpless sheep 

In tones both soft and loud. 
And though Christ sometimes seems to wait 
He never yet gave help too late, 

To golden line each cloud. 



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GOD IS CALLING ME. 



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N life's conflict God is calling, 
"Come thou unto Me." 

' Mid thy sorrows and soul longing 
Now to Jesus flee. 



There, joys fleeting ; here, loves failing, 
' ' Come thou unto Me ' ' 
Fear enthralling, sin prevailing. 
Now to Jesus flee. 

Here dark shadows and time farewells, 

" Come thou unto Me." 
There, joys, glories, and no death knells, 

Lord I come to thee. 

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God is calling, God is callirg, 

' ' Come thou unto Me. ' ' 

Earth receding : Heaven now opening. 
Lord, I come to Thee. 



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ESUS, hold me when I'm failing, 
'Mid the storm's fierce surges wailing, 

I^et me have Thy will revealed ; 
In the dark events so trying, 
When heart-hopes are crushed and 
sighing. 

Keep Thou o'er me Thy strong shield. 

In my path there rears a mountain, 
I^et me drink of Thy peace-fountain ; 

Stay Thou by me through the night ; 
Anxious cares let me not borrow ; 
If my cup o'er-flow with sorrow, 

Jesus, strength give by Thy might. 

Earthly ties and human powers 
Fade and die, like summer flowers. 

But our I^ord o'er all doth reign ; 
He will bring us life eternal, 
Joys and sweet loves ever vernal. 

Soon He'll come for us again. 



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stand by the strand of a mystical sea, 

Where millions of souls have sailed out, 
Not one has returned a message to me 
Of greeting, by whisper or shout. 



I gaze on the worlds that gleam in mid 

night, 
Gliding on 'neath God's power and reign, 
And cry, my own loved, oh ! whither thy flight ? 
Dost thou see me ? shall we meet again ? 

I see fondest hopes entombed in man's soul. 
With sweet loves that surely will die. 

The heart beats right on, a long muffled roll, 
For earthly joys gone like a sigh. 

Blest Nazarene, Thou hast opened the gate, 

Proving heaven is not far away. 
Our sense is a veil that hides glory's state, 

But a step to the bright fadeless day. 

Refrain, 

But Jesus will come encrowned with light, 
And with scepter break down all death' s bars, 

He will call to His own, " Come out of earth's 
night !" 
To re-union in homes 'mid the stars. 



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THY FACE! THY VOICE! THY HAND! 



EAR Jesus, my Lord, Thy face I would see 
'Mid the darkness and storm lest I stray 

But I know full well where'er my lot be, 
Thou wilt guide me by night and by day. 



Dear Jesus, my Lord, Thy voice I would 
hear 
When the tempest is raging around ; 
If its love-tones come thro' the blast to my ear, 
Peace will follow its sweet thrilling sound. 



Dear Jesus, my Lord, my hand wilt Thou hold 
When I pass through death's chilling waves ; 

Till I reach Glory Land, Thy own blessed fold, 
Where its gates swing just over earth's graves. 

Refrain. 

Guide me. Saviour, 'mid all sorrow ; 

Guide me thro' each thorn-laced way ; 
Guide me this day and to-morrow, 

Hear, O hear me when I pray. 



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THE FIRST DAY^S GLOOM 

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THIRD DAY^S GLORY. 

T IS midnight in the Holy City, and the 
Songs and shouts, and tramp of festive 
Throngs, have died away. 
No sounds are heard amid the streets from 
Whence so late the cry of fiendish triumph 
Filled the air. 
Silence reigns supreme in Jewish homes, as 
With the stars above, whose silvery rays descend 
Upon the gilded palace of Mount Zion. 
The spring-tide zephyr glides and wafts the 
Strains it plays with olive boughs, which wave 
The time for murmuied songs of 
Kedron's brook. 

Around Golgotha there are no traces of the 
Sacrifice save blood-stained cross-beams and 
Trampled earth, where crowds at mid-day 
Waited long to ' ' watch' ' and ' ' mock ' ' the 
Son beloved, who bore the sins of many. 
The "Tragedy Divine" is over. 
And their malicious hate now satisfied. 
The temple priests and lords are pleased at last, 
Because the deed is done and at the rock-bound 
Tomb a soldier "watch " awaits to guard, with 
Jealous care, the victim of a nation's curse. 



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Cursed, because He others blessed, their burdens 
Bore, and won the hearcs of sin to purity by love. 

What were their thoughts that first night of 

His death ? 

What the memories of the faithful band who 

Bore Him hence from Calvary's brow, with no 

Procession following after, save the unheard 

Tread of seraph throngs around ? 

Did PETER seek a safe retreat, perchance 

Among the fishers' marts, where in the peaceful 

Days, he reap'd the increase of a seaman's toil? 

Or was it in the quiet of his home, unknown 

To Hebrew Scribes and Pharisees, 

That he poured out his soul in anguish for the 

Base denial of his Lord ? And wept in gratitude 

For the Master' s look that saved him ? 

The Sisters. 

Did they return to Betheny by way of sad 
Gethsemane and think not of the traitor's 
Greeting there ? 

Approaching their abode adown the mountain 
Side what floods of anguish swept around their 
Souls, as clustered memories of Christ's delightful 
Presence came like radiance of the celestial world 
Amid their reflections o'er the agonizing fact. 
He shall come again into our home no more. 
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Did not Joseph's interceding prayer at Pilate's 

Bar whisper one word of solace to their 

Darkened hearts ? 

Ah ! thought they, " We did softly press the lids 

Over those eyes which only looked to pity." 

It almost seemed that He could speak to us — 

His lips so pale, half closed by that last prayer, 

' Forgive them, O my Father ! ' 

Was there more that we could do than give the 

Napkins and the shroud with sweet perfumes ? ' ' 



And the little Jewish Maiden, the daughter of 

The Ruler, the object of a mother's care and 

That father's doting love. 

While yet within the budding hours 

Of childhood the gleeful voice that 

Resounded within the Ruler's house 

Had been silenced by a cruel power ; 

And the blithesome spirit that 

lyighted up the Jew's abode had gone. 

The merry foot-falls that will arouse 

The sleeping angel of a hard man's 

Nature he heard no more. 

The Sunbeam shafts that made all 

Thorns of care to bloom in fragrant 

Beauties by the way, shone forth no more. 

For death had laid his icy fingers 

On the little daughter's brow and 

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'^^^ Child did thus exclaim ! ' ' Oh, Father dear, 

'"•-_ You did not cause him pain or help to 

; Take His life away, tell me, tell me, oh, my 

,' Father !" " Oh, that I could take flowers 

\ And perfumes unto His tomb." I'd watch 

■i Beside its portals all the night. 

•' The Ruler turned his tear dimmed eyes 

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•^ Of the little child and spoke these words : 
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Salvation and remember these His words 

I have no more of doubt but that He 

Will come forth in glad triumph from His 

Burial place, than that the sun will rise again 

Above yon mountains' brow. 

But list ! my child, speak not aloud 

These words I say. We'll wait and watch 

And mark your father's words. 

Before another Sabbath Sun shall set 

Some news will come that will bring great 

Wonderment and awe unto us all 

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The Woman taken in adultery; 

Far more sinned against than sinning. 

And brought by the brutal Pharisees before 

The Christ for condemnation. 

From some obscure abode most humble 

Did this sad heart go forth amid 

The multitude who had followed hard by 

The Nazarene at his triumphal entry into the 

Sacred city. 

Did not she exclaim 

Hosannah in the highest ! and 

Cast some palms, or flowering branches 

Along his way as there welled up 

Within her soul, the tender remembrances 

Of his gentle, gracious mercy, and forgiveness, 

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Those crafty men and their plot, and His grand 

Routing of the cowards who would have inflicted 

Upon her an agonizing death. 

When the wild news of His tragic death 

She heard, did not she exclaim 

' ' Oh is it true that He is dead ! 

O, He was so merciful and gentle unto me 

When in my fear and embarrassment He said 

' Daughter, neither do I condemn thee 

Go and sin no more.' " 

Hear her exclaim, "Would that I could have 

Seen Him one brief moment before He died to 

Tell Him of my gratitude. 

He seemed to realize as do no others, how a 

Victim I have been of those who did condemn me ; ' ' 

loving Jesus of Nazareth ! 

1 would have died for Thee ! 

And Claudia Proculia, Pilate's wife ; 

Brooding in dark sorrow over the murder of 

That famous Jew while her vision 'mid 

Troubled sleep had added force to the 

Consciousness through a woman's instinct that 

This Nazarene was a just man. — 

And perhaps the custodian of a secret power 

Which would bring blessings to her race 

Instead of a curse to the venial man whom 

She called husband : Yea ! more. 

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Victim of that raging mob, a nobler 

Grace than self-interest stirred her heart. 

With woman's eager gaze she most carefully 

Beheld spirit and heart through the face of Jesus. 

With the intuitive perceptive power 

Of her discerning sex aroused, she there beheld 

The manifest purity of His soul, 

And the false and vicious spirit of the mob. 

When the reports of Calvary scenes had reached 

The palace, what deep regrets did fill her soul. 

His tender words unto His mother — 

His loving promise to the dying thief — 

The frank Centurion's confession — 

The groans of nature and blackness o'er the 

City— 

And His last prayer of forgiveness. — 

These overwhelming signs made conclusive 

To her mind, that the deep conviction of His 

Innocence was based on fact. 

And when Joseph begged the mutilated form 

From her vacillating husband, one word of gentle 

Persuasion from Claudia Proculia caused the 

Decision final, that the man of sorrows should be 

lyaid away within a new made garden tomb. 

Thus was Claudia Proculia most thankful that in 

One respect her voice did there prevail. 

And MARY, HONORED MOTHER ! 
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That raged within her heart ; 
As turning from the station near the cross unto 
The home and 'neath the care of "John 
Beloved " — 

His words of farewell, ' ' Woman behold thy son, ' ' 
Still pierced her soul. Did not the angel which 
Announced her joy, so great in youth, now bend 
In tender sympathy above her, while each wave 
Of reflection bore upon its crest. 
The spectral forms of joys departed? 
Her thoughts were, " Oh, that Elizabeth, so 
Near of kin, were here to weep wdth me in woe, 
As once we sang in rapturous delight. 
What gladsome days were those, when the 
I^ight of Heaven shone around me — when I 
Heard those sacred, precious sayings, which I 
Kept and pondered o'er, half fearing to reveal 
Them even unto Joseph. 

And those hours of blissful transport, when He 
Rested on my bosom as the wise men gave their 
Treasure ;" our anxious flight and safe return 
From Egypt ; that day we presented Him 
Within the Temple to redeem according to 
The law ; the charming beauty of His life 
Through all those years that He was subject 
Unto us ; our glad surprise when at the marriage 
Feast ; These last three years. His deeds and 
Fame so wonderful throughout the land. 
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This I see is none the less than Simeon's 
Prophesy — ' A sword shall pierce through thy 
Own soul '—fulfilled ! 

O God of my maiden joys ! reach forth thine 
Arm and save ! ' ' 

Had JOHN one gleam of promise from the 
Master's words, that once again he should rest 
Close by His side ? 

Methinks that if the secret of His heart were 
Then revealed, His speech was thankfulness, 
Because near to his Lord he stood when others 
Fled from woe and fear : — that he was in His 
Presence at the trial, scourge and cross. 

And SIMON of Cyrene— 
The first cross-bearer of the Christian race — 
Did he behold in memory, once more the 
Sinking form of the condemned, His pallid 
Cheek and blood-stained brow revealing the 
Deep soul-anguish of last night's trial? 
Was He not peaceful in reflection that he had 
A burden borne for Him who blessed 
The multitude ? 

And JOSEPH'S thoughts were soothed by 

Bestowing the last service, for the friend of 

Sinners. 

Said he — "The dear young man of Galilee shall 

Rest within my own new tomb within my garden 

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While spring buds open, and birds of song 

Return again. 

When summer is at hand, amid the richness 

Of the foliage and our fragrant blossoms, 

Mary's Son shall sleep the last sleep, 

Undisturbed." 

And what their thoughts who clamored, 

' ' Crucify Him ! ' ' did they retire to rest with 

No remorse of soul to taint the cup of satisfaction 

They had drank, because of their day's 

Work accomplished? 

Was there no wonder and astonishment that 

The temple veil in twain was severed? the sun 

In blackness, at the close of " second watch ! " 

The sheeted dead — what power did raise them 

From their graves ? 

Have we rejected the long looked for " Prince 

Of Peace?" 

Perhaps He was the Son of God ! 

But calmly, sweetly rests the blessed Nazarene 

Within the new-made sepulchre He soon shall 

Rob of terrors and perfume with flowers, 

Thus consecrating it the heavenly entrance of 

The ' ' many-mansioned ' ' home. 



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^,L;. . ^^ Steadily retreats before advancing day ; 

^M f^ And still the Roman watch, with spear in 

^ Hand, are pacing to and fro, with eager 

^' ,) Eyes on Cesar's seal. 

^ 4 Another guard — the dead Christ's Lovers — 

^' . Through the darkness peering, speed toward the 

^' , Sepulchral couch where Israel's fond Hope 

^ , Lies buried. 

Iv ': But ye cannot keep Him Love nor Hate ! 

-f; ■ As the first faint blush of third-day morn 

/;: : Breaks on Judea's hills the garden sepulchre 

^£1 ^4 Doth tremble 'neath the quaking earth. 

^;' C-V The "Angel of the Lord " has come, before 

^ ■- Whose flashing glory the keepers are prostrate 

%: On the ground, as bodies of the dead. 

": , Great multitudes of the Heavenly hosts which 

'^; ., V Sang o'er Bethlehem's plain, and wept above 

'i 5:'^ Gethsemane, are flitting near. While no mortal 

',C; .'V Man beholds, jESuS without haste, ariseth, 

'.' And cleansing death's sadness from His eyes, 

C;- Foldeth with care the napkin and 

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The simplest service f org eteth not. \'^, 

Behold ! now in Majesty Divine and glory J^ 

Of the Highest, the ' ' Good Shepherd ' ' steps '/^^ 

Forth outside the portals of the grave, and t# 

Crieth unto a ransomed race, " Ali. Haii. ! " -\M 

Swiftly flies the word, * ' The Lord is risen ] J^ 

Indeed," and quickly beats each heart of the " f^ 

Scattered band of followers. Their joys ! like ij^ 

Unto those of the " Morning Stars," ^ 
Singing at Creation's birth ! 5i^'-»iv^-|^ 
Like unco the rapture of the Angel throng '- '''^ ■':-/£ 

Over the rescue of ' ' one ' ' captive soul ! ,.^ 

Their joys ! like unto those of Israel, - -^ 

Mingling her chant triumphant with the '^M 

Moaning of the sea above Egyptian graves ! K%. 

Hark ! the music of His greeting echoes Lp 

Down through all the wrecks of time, •^ 

As with lavish hand He strews His laurels -^ 

Throughout the ages, flooding the earth with '^ 

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Let the anthem now ring I 
Fathers, Mothers, Children sing ! 
' ' A7id who-so-ever will ! ' ' 
Wave the palms to our king ! 

Who hath changed Death's vale and shade into 
A garden sweet, and made His soul Divine, 
To all who will believe, an Eden Paradise. 

Oh, risen Lord ! the wine- press thou didst 
Tread alone, and taste of death for every one, 
That its bitter waters might be sweetened by 
The touch of Thy pure lips ! 
We cannot behold thy brow thorn-crowned 
For us, or press Thy pierced hands, nor look 
Into the eyes which beamed with love to bless. 
But we can hear Thy gentle voice, as Thou dost 
Knock for entrance at the doorway of our hearts. 
Saying — ' ' let me come in and sup with thee 
And thee with Me." Grant us Thy grace 
That we may reap the rich reward which Thou 
Dost give to all who serve in Thy Great Name. 
Then with Thy promise, " Lo, I will be with 
Thee alway, ' ' we will go forth to loose the 
Captives bound, of whom Thou wilt declare, 
"As 3^e have done it unto them, ye have done 
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lyord, 
Reach hither thy hand to me ; 
Here are the wounds of the nails and the 
spear 
Received for my love to thee. 

" Peace unto thee !" saith the " mighty to save," 
'Tis the voice that once calmed " Galilee," 

He's near us, who walked mid the deep rolling 
waves, 
His form thro' the mist we may see. 

" lyovest thou me?" asks the Victor o'er Death, 
I have lighted the ' ' valley ' ' for thee ; 

O, let me come in, a guest to thy soul. 
To guide on life's storm-beaten sea. 

I'll crown thee with jewels, thus pleads the 
" Bridegroom," 

In my home ' ' many mansioned ' ' they glean ; 
I brought them as trophies from the rock-tomb 

With luster immortal they'll beam. 

Refrain. 

Yes, " my Lord and my God," now I trust Thee, 
My need of Thy love is revealed ; 

Come reign o'er my heart, then fears shall depart, 
Sweet Spirit, 'tis blessed to yield. 






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field, 
Tho' love's plea is rejected with scorning ; 
^^^If with Jesus ye watch, tearful, prayerful 
y by night 

Ye shall reap with great joy in the 
morning. 

All thy soul's prayers and deeds, to the Master 
are dear, 

Yea ! he notes each gift cast as a treasure ; 
A memorial is kept, thro' the ages to cheer, 

Telling us that love's depths he doth measure. 



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Our Prince saith, go help them my way 
pursue ; 
" As ye do unto these, thus ye do unto me," 
" And there's Angelic joy o'er the rescue." 

Refrain. 

' ' All hail ! ' ' Christ greets thee ; go forth, 
preach my truth ; 
I will bless every faithful endeavor, 
Oo ! glean 'mid Ai,i, hearts, childhood, aged and 
youth, 
" And lo ! I'll be with thee forever." 



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want Thee, Lord, to ever guide me, 

To be my Sun and in me ever shine ; 
Then I'll not fear whate'er betide me, 
While I know that Thou art mine. 
Life's storms may roar and beat around 

me. 
Earth's hopes and joys may fade away ; 
If I can hear Thy voice above me. 
The darkness then shall turn to day. 



My joy shall be when Death o'ertakes me, 

That Thou, dear Lord, hast died for me ; 
That through the vale Thou wilt be near me 

Until I reach the ' ' crystal sea, ' ' 
Where angel bands shall join in singing 

Love-songs to Thee, who once was slain. 
Then I will share the chorus ringing, 

" Jesus, my Lord, o'er Death doth reign." 



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HERE'S a tried, struggling heart, half 

hoping to win 
A triumph o'er trouble, or sorrow, or sin ; 
The wild, lurid flames leap about where 

he stands. 
We may give him heart-cheer, we may give 

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How little we know of the longings within 

The sin-burdened souls that e'en now would 

begin, 
To turn from the vile for the pure and the true, 
If helped just in time^ tho' our deeds are but few. 

Sin's fires, so vast, are raging around. 

While poor, blistered hearts lie prone on the 

ground ; 
The hiss of the flames is heard in the street ; 
Shall we bind up the wounds of the sad ones 

we meet ? 

How glorious the work ! 'Tis for you and for 

me 
To point the dimmed eyes loving Jesus to see ; 
Thus, seeing by faith 'twas for them that he 

came. 
The form of " The Fourth " they'll behold 'mid 

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Go give him a cheer ! O give him a cheer ! 
Who yet may have hope, tho' sin's fire is near ; 
I^et us join the life corps, so courageous and 

brave. 
And by prompt, faithful deeds, the lost we shall 

save. 



Note.— At a tenement-house fire in New York City, the throngs 
of people saw, through flames and smoke, a young woman in her 
night-robe at a fifth-story window, clinging to the window-casing, 
while her gaze was fixed on the excited people below. The fire- 
ladder was too short to reach the window; but a brave fireman 
made a desperate effort to go up the ladaer, through the flames, to 
a point from which the young woman could spring into his arms. 
When half way up the ladder, as a fresh burst of flame shot about, 
the fireman seemed to falter and began to retrace his steps. At 
this critical moment a man in the crowd shouted out, "/v?;- God's 
sake — give him a cheer P'' which -was done with tremendous power. 
He immediately made a desperate rush through flame and smoke, 
where the imperiled j^oung woman sprang into his arms, and he 
"brought her safely to the ground. 





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KSUS, I am sad and lonely, 

Worn and weary 'mid earth's strife^ 
If Thy presence beams upon me, . 

Oh, what peace will soothe my life. 



Jesus in the toil and battle. 

When the trusted prove untrue, 
When misjudged by false and faithless, 
I most fondly turn to you. . 

Jesus, fast the day is going, 

Fast the sunlight fades from view, 

Darker grows the gathering shadows, 
Ivonging turns my heart to you. 

Refrain, 

Come unto me, Blessed Saviour, 
For my heart is bleeding sore, 

I^et me feel Thy presence near me, 
I can wish for nothing more. 



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Chofus, 

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bright 
Who ordered us forth saying ' %et there 

be light." 
Ye curtains of darkness roll back on the 

stars. 
For glances of glory through our blazing 
bars. 




Solos. 

As the flying clouds of morn give traces 
I'll gild its edge with golden laces. 

I'll kiss the mountains in snowy dresses 
Or gleam in the brooks amid their cresses. 

I'll diamond encrust the dew-laden flowers 
My darts I'll thrust through vine-clad bowers. 



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For the wakening birds fresh joys I'm bringing 
New songs to sing till forests are ringing. 

Through vale and dell in sly nooks shaded 
I'll charge and charge till shadows are raided. 

From mirror of palace or grate of hovel 

My glance is not strange, my coming not novel. 

I'll light athwart the sick child's pillows 
And plume the crest of the raging billows. 

Bright hues I'll paint in tears fast falling 
A message from God most tenderly calling. 






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Refrain. 

We lead the train of a fast flying day 
The mem'ries of which soon fly away ; 

We symbol Christ coming to reign for the right 
Who'll honor his promise "There'll be no more 
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(As seen from the deck of a Hwdson River 

Steamer.) 



H, the glories of the sunset, ' :i-'*' 

Rose and ruby opal light '' 

Flaming up from heavenly forges, 
Through the opening gates of night. 

Bannered hosts with streamers waving ^^ 

On the ramparts of the blest, . -* 

Where they transform earthly sorrow 
Into blissful peace and rest. 

On that cloud hangs sprays of flowers ^T__ ,->,$5v 

Left by angels in their flight. ^'':'. [t^ 

There! They're withering; now they've '-v 

faded ; 
Gone like earth joys from our sight. .^4v 



See the purple gold-fringed mantles, 

Spears and wreaths and bows of trees ! 
'Tis wreckage on celestial billows, , 

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Yonder leaps a golden cascade, 

Through those azure cloud-mount glens; 
Now it flows beyond our vision 

And they're only brooks and fens. 

See that sailing ship afire, 

Hull and mast against the sky ; 

There ! It's wasting into embers, 
Sinks and with the day doth die. 

■'Mid these scattered brilliants fading, 

Loom up tiers of silver stairs. 
Are they hints that we shall follow 

Up where Christ His splendor shares ? 

Sunset beauties thus remind us, 
That He'll come in glad array. 

Blending morn and evening glories 
Into one eternal day. 



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Ally ! Craft in commission, thou world 

rolling by- 
Ear th's shores where in vision her sons can 

descry 
Thy bright summer lands, and winter- 
bound heights 
Illumined each night with thy two satelites. 

"With wonder and longing we greet thee afar 
Though seeming so near us. thou god-of-war 

star. 
Give us answer to query ; let us know of thy 

life! 
Hast thou peace, love and joy, and no battle or 

strife ? 

Art thou laden with verdure ? hast thou forest 
and glade ? 

Where birds sing at dawn, and sleep in the 
shade ? 

Hast thou fountains that gleam mid dew- 
bedecked flowers 

Wafting perfume to lovers, in vine-clad bowers ? 



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Hast thou men, strong, courageous, a true noble 

race 
Whose deeds are inspired by woman's sweet 

grace ? 
And childhood to charm with its sunshine and 

glee, 
While their songs are love-tributes to the pure 

and free ? 



Hast thou youth perpetual, and homes not 

bereaved 
By death of their loved ones ; and hearts never 

grieved 
By blasting of fond hopes, or souls proved 

untrue. 
And thy myriads are not burdened for the joys 

of the few ? 



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Named Jesus, beloved ! God's glorious Son? s\ 

Has He walked o'er thy mountains, or the waves i] 

of thy sea jS 

Giving cheer to sad hearts, as in earth's ^ 

Galilee ? 1 



Ahoy, there ! Why pass us ! We may board 
thee some day, 

When Christ, King Immanuel, shall again come 
this way ! 

Are His ' ' Mansions of Glory ' ' blessed star- 
worlds of light, 

Where joys reign eternal, and "there is no 
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HE flew to my arms, the sweet precious- 
dear, 
Those eyes brightly winsome they sparkled 
her love, 
Her soul whispered rest, in a pearly joy tear 
That was bliss right from glory above. 



Her face, how it glowed as she gazed into mine ! 

Her smiling lips parted the answer to tell 
What my heart felt it knew : it was Thine ! 
Thine ! Thine ! 
Encamped angels 'round us then sang "it is 
well." 

Life's vows there we made in tones soft and 
low 
Our souls thrilled in rapture, that time can't 
efface ; 
Through sorrow and clouds, deep waters and 
woe 
By light of her love, my pathway I'll trace. 

Refrain. 

Thine forever ! Thine forever ! 

Through the sunshine and the shade 
Thine forever ! Thine forever ! 

lyove's pure blossoms ne'er shall fade. 



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Unbolting: the Gates of the Soul. 
Ole Bull and John Ericson. 



WO brave youths of strength and talents 

grand, 
Fondly loved their native Northern land, 
Where in childhood they played on Baltic's 
strand, 
Not of kin, but like brothers. 
Earth's calls for service, allured and cheered, 
Its toils and battles they scorned — not feared — 
Going diverse paths, from hearts endeared. 
To minister to others. 

Of royal grace and a master's mien. 

He of the ' ' magic bow ' ' walked on between 

Two spirits, amid this mortal scene 

God's Orpheus and Apollo. 
He cried to them, " O, thy power bestow ; 
lyCt me make heaven's music echo below. 
And drive fear away," (the soul's greatest foe ;) 

"Perchance faith in God may follow." 




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The other thus called on Vulcan for fire, 
" The metals I'll forge come thou inspire 
To meet supplies men daily require 

For help in stern duties of life. 
Nations will bow to my skillful art, 
In war and peace, I may have a part, 
By blending old laws, new powers I'll start 

And victories win in the strife." 

The years rolled by, grand trophies they gained, 
And oft times met, where Columbia reigned 
Ole to John thus gently complained: 

' ' Come see my music swa}'' hearts. ' ' 
' ' No time, ' ' saith John, ' ' to give for such trash. ' ' 
" I'll play in your shop," saith Ole (quite rash), 
Quoth John, " If so, your fiddle I'll smash ; 

No man from my rule departs." 

" Conflict closeth one gate of John's soul, 
Trials make hard as o'er us they roll ; 
It may be his passion I yet can control," 

Saith Ole ; " For this I will try." 
The shop next day he entered quite still : 
" My bow is wrong, John, help if you will ; 
Please make it aright, you have such skill," 

Quoth Ole, his motive quite sly. 




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" I'll test if right," quoth Apollo's son, 

With brilliant trill the cadence begun, 

Of " The Mother's Prayer " the sweet notes run, 

Then ceased. Quoth John, " Play more." 
Men stopped work, Vulcan's son was in tears, 
Saying, ' ' Never through these many years. 
Have I known my need of this that rears 

New life, on dead loves of yore." 

Thanks ! strong lives, for the lessons ye teach. 
If hidden springs in worn hearts we'd reach. 
If to those hardened by trials we'd preach. 

Souls must be in communion. 
God gives a secret to those who love. 
The soft woo, like the coo of the dove. 
This tender power comes from above. 

And blendeth souls in union. 






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PERPETUAL MIRACLES. 

It is no less a mystery that a flower evolves from a seed 
within a few days, than if the same process took place with- 
in the fraction of a second. A miracle does not imply a sus- 
pension or abrogation of a divine law, but the exercise of laws 
we do not understand. 

The following are two of the multitudiious perpetual mys- 
teries and miracles constantly passing before the vision of the 
observing in the two great realms of life. 

THE ROSE. 

(The Realm of Nature. ) 

(First Miracle.) 

HE breath of a rose — its blushes and form 

Of grace, are mysteries divine. We cannot 

Trace its life through the dew drops that 

Kiss it or through the light that it fondly 

woos. 

From a death and a grave to a glorified form 

It doth come mid fading companions that 

Are wounded and perchance breathing their 
Lives away. 

It's life flows on by God's omnipotent will, 
Fulfilling a sweet mission of ministration to 
Immortal souls within a word of beauty, 
A world of joy or a world of black despair. 
A silent power under mysterious laws hath 
Wrought its birth, its life, and will gently 
Guide it unto death, from whence it will 
Bloom again. 



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^ Thou a prophet art ! Prophet of a glory life 

^ Beyond death and the grave, for the sons of God 

M^ Who here, in soul and spirit longing, and 

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^' Death and the grave are not victorious over the 

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WEDLOCK OF SOUL AND BODY. 

The Realm of Spirit Life. 

(SECOND MIRACLE.) 




BHOLD the marvelous mystery inthe wedlock 
Of soul and body in our earthly being. 
_^ . Where and how the union was created, 
"^^^1^ And where, and how dissevered at death 
^ No mortal mind hath known. 

The human face divine, is a mirror of mind 
And spirit, reflecting the soul's tender or 
Fierce emotions ; reflecting the very thoughts 
And longings of this dual life for others 
To behold. 

But we may not measure the depths of this 
Sea of life whose surface here responds to the 
Sunshine or the storm in blooming smiles that 
Tell of love and joy, or in dark rolling billows 
That tell of sorrow, suffering and despair, 
Or the soul's most wrathful storm. 
There are mysteries and miracles perpetual 

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COLUMBUS, 

E hail thee, Columbus ! thy courage and 
hope 
In splendid radiance gleamed o'er 
The old, old world, in her darkness and 
thrall 
As thou wandered from shore to shore. 



Pleading aid and cheer, amid doubts and fear, 
Mid the scorn of both peasant and king, 

■'Till the new world was won — (a virgin so 
dear) — 
Por the ages thy nuptials to sing. 

We give thee acclaim! we will praise thee to-day, 
For the joys and the blessings that came 

To lowly-oppressed in life's contest and fray, 
By thy patience, through hate and defame. 

Men disturbed not thj^ soul in its purpose and 
trust 
To bear trial for triumph it gains, 
Thy great heart knew well, that truth would 
prevail, 
Though borne from thy trophies in chains. 



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Thou art living, Columbus, neath Columbia's 
gaze, 
By thy heroic spirit and life ! 
The light of thy hope, beams upon her fair 
brow, 
And inspires mid the battle and strife. 

The world that lauds triumph would have cursed 
thy defeat ; 
To success, and fkaf only, give praise, 
But hark! hear this cheer, — "the faithful" — 
not great, 
I reward, said the "Ancient of Days." 



All honor to brave ones, who win in the charge 
Up the heights of earth's glory and power. 

But the Sovereign who walked o'er the black 
rolling deep. 
Keeps watch through /o?ie heroes, dark hours. 

And if in the valley one falters and falls. 
While in vain seem his tears and his scars, 

Keep heart ! troubled soul, look up ! trust and 
wait. 
He'll crown thee, "who numbers the stars." 





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AGNES JUDSON, THE HEROINE OF 
STRATFORD POINT.* 
July 10, 1897. 




T Stratford Point on a rough, rocky shore 
A beacon light shines, while the black 

storms roar. 
A river there leaps wildly on to the Sound 
And their mad waves lash the rough coast 

round. 
The ' ' watch ' ' of the light has a fair young 
girl 
Who knoweth the power of the breakers' whirl, 
She's free in the waves as the gulls above, 
She's a true brave heart, yes ! a true heart of 

love. 
By the window at home that faces the sea, 
She sat with her needlework thrown 'cross her 

knee ; 
Through the evening twilight a glance she gave, 
And saw men falling into the wild wave, 
"An eighth mile from shore," quick came her 
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"They neither can swim! they're very near 

death!" 
She sprang from the room, to the lighthouse she 

flees 
As swiftly and strong as her loved sea breeze ; 
For help she there shouts, then starts the fog 

bell, 
That sounds o'er the sea like a warning death 

knell. 
On, onward she flies to the strong life-boat 
Which (though straining each nerve) she cannot 

make float. 
Half unrobing, she plunges into the salt wave 
And glides through the sea those helpless to save. 



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On she swims like a swan in its own native deep 
Those struggling, she neareth by her arms, full 

sweep ; 
"Keep heart I I'll save you ! " the brave girl 

cries. 
They hear her, as through the water she flies. 
She's there ! To the stronger she sayeth " Grasp 

the boat ! ' ' 
To the other half conscious, "I'll keep you 

afloat." 
With deft move his face she turns to the sky, 
While the water she treads as strong birds fly. 



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Her eyes to the heavens, she floats him ashore, 

and 
Goes back for the other, leaping foam crests o'er. 
Most yielding to death she holds in arm reach 

the other, 
And drifts him all safe clean onto the beach. 
Thus snatched were two lives from two watery 

graves, 
In the clear inland sea, whose billows and waves 
Were cheated of prey in a single hand fight, 
By Agnes, the heroine of Stratford Point I^ight. 




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BRITANNIA, 
A Ptophecy. 



Y lust of more power and greed of more 
gold 

The die of thy doom will be cast. 
A hand on the wall as in dark days of old 

Will write thy death-warrant at last. 

Beware ! the God of nations doth reign. 



The boast that thy power around the world rolls 
lake Rome of her Eagle' s grand flight 

Has this curse woven through thy banner's red 
folds: 
' ' Regardless of weakness or right ' ' 
Beware ! the God of nations doth reign. 

The soul of thy people saith not "might is right" 
They see where Jehovah has led. 

Yet thy chieftains in scorn have turned from the 
light 
While the hearts of thy victims have bled. 
Behold ! the God of nations doth reign. 



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Through the ages the mutterings of justice is 
heard 
Calling nations as brothers to be. 
From the cloud darkened throne harken now, 
hear the word 
"My people that fear shall be free." 
Behold ! the God of nations doth reign. 

Thy shout ' ' Rule Britannia ' ' the wide seas 

round. 

Has taken the life of thy much loved Queen. 

I/ist! the blood of the martyred doth cry from the 

ground, 

And God's sword shall smite thy joints 

between. 
Thou shall know that God doth reign. 








MARRIED IN DEATH. 




T WAS the twelfth eve of the new and 
Gladsome year within a joyous home, 
Where parental care and tenderness 
Bestowed their richest benediction o'er 
Two loving souls, then entering life's 
Pathway together, to ever share its cup 
Of joy or sorrow that fleeting years should 
Bring, that three angels named Love, Hope and 
Death, did glide amid a radiant throng, which 
Clustered near those happy hearts made one 
By vows most holy. Saith Love and Hope 
As side by side they stood, " 'Tis well! 
' Tis well ! We will be with thee ever. ' ' 
And death with downcast mien and frown, 
While grasping firm his darts, stepped from the 
Light and brightness of that group, into the 
Darkness, muttering, "Yea! 'tis well! 
I will be with thee also." 
The hour arrived when ihe fondest wishes, 
Hopes and loves which earthly souls can wreath. 
Were garlanded a sweet farewell unto those 
Blended hearts that beat as one — 
Nor thought they, this is our long and last 
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"We go to sunny, southern climes, where birds 
Of song now dwell, but we will greet you all 
' At home ' when the spring buds open, and 

'^^ The resurrection season crowns the year." 

^'_ And the angels Love and Hope, did speak again 

~ And witness with those hearts. 

^-' " 'Tis well, ' tis well ! We will be with thee ever. ' ' 

'r- The hours of night recede before the coming 

^; Dawn of the first new day of love enthroned 

iV And joyous. 

ff The day glides gently by and fades into the 

|\ First evening hours since the greetings of 

ij^ Delight, " much joy and fond adieu," were 

'i£ Spoken by lips and eyes of kindred souls. 

f' Their echoes scarce have died away, and bridal 

A Floral offerings still exhale perfume. 

;^^ Now the Angel Death hastens through the 

f^V: Darkness of the night with downcast mien and 

^ Frown, until hovering near where Love and 

^^ Hope sat brooding, he mutters, 

^ " Yes! 'tis well," and hurls his darts into 

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Soft tones are changed into an agonizing cry, ^ " ,, 

She once again records her vows forever. ' ' Y'"^ 

O! hearts bowed down beneath thy weight of 'T, 

Woe ; was not the mighty victor o'er death's 

Power — who once walked through the furnace ^ ^ • .^ 

Flames — near by, to hear and answer their "^•^V-'^''' "^f '^ 

I^ast pleading cry ? '^; 

Have not thy loved ones passed into the sun-lit 

Clime where flowers immortal grow ? ..': 

And where the bridegroom of redeemed souls ^% 

Hath welcomed them into his ' 'many-mansioned' ' "^ 

Home? And from its portals they shall greet 

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LINCOLN: 

In Memofiam. 



OBLE heart and hero true, all hail ! 

The joys of faithful service for God's 

Truth and manhood's rights are thine. 

Rest from the battle for the brotherhood 

Of men. 

Friend of the oppressed ! Pass on for the 

Victor's crown, won by loving service for 
Myriads who now doth come up before the great 
" White Throne " through much tribulation. 
Thy golden speech afire with the soul's deepest 
Passions before which hearts were bowed, 
Has been a mighty infi^uence, sii^ent in its 
Onward flow from " the years of darkness;'' 
Thy mission with other hearts devoted, lead on 
A risen race and gave salutation thereunto — 
With glorious words of the Divine, 
'' Let there be light.'' 

Light ! that has more force than cannon balls ; 
Light ! that bids the rashness of darkness away ,- 
Light ! that maketh peace in hearts and homes . 
From the scattered members of many generations 
Now amid life's conflicts, voices are uttering 
Benedictions of gratitude and love. 



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Because there hangs on memory's walls of 
Vanished years, the records of thy noble work,, 
Great Chieftain, Guide and Friend. 
A multitude of captives loosed would gladly 
Strew thy path with flowers : flowers from 
Southern climes, laden with tears of gratitude 
And love, because thy great heart beat fast and 
Free for their salvation. 

The memories of thy faithfulness through years 
Of darkness and of woe; thy firmness for the truth 
And justice, shall kindle once again the patriots 
Zeal, shall fire his soul with love of freedom's 
Land, and inspiration give for deeds of 
Sacrifice and glory. 

To be crowned with wealth and honor was not 
The acme of thy hopes. But to live and serve 
Thy BROTHERS, filled full thy cup of blessing. 
Brave soul, thrice hail ! Farewell ! The civic 
Crown was thine ! Methinks the promise of 
" King Emanuel " to those who trust, and 
Serve, and wait, shall be fulfilled for thee in 
Glory on that Last Great Day. 



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Written for and delivered before the Grand Army of the Republic, 
on Decoration Days at Troy, N. Y., and at Rutland, Vt. 



OOKING backward through the ages, 

To the palmy days of Rome, 
When she swayed her mighty power, 
From her seven hills enthroned — 
When the nations feared and trembled 

As her eagles took their flight, 
I^eading on to break oppression 
Shedding forth sweet freedom's light — 
We behold all Romans noble. 

Grateful, faithful to their brave, 
Bringing crowns for living heroes 

Who had fought their flag to save. 
And they came from vale and mountain. 

Forth from cities and the plain, 
To rehearse, in song and story 

Sacred Memories of the slain. 
So these treasures of Rome's conflicts 

Cheered each patriot in the fight, 
Held them firm, in duty's trials, 

Voiced their hope, in darkest night. 
But in all her dazzling splendor 

Rome feared not the God of might. 
Who exalteth and preserveth. 
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And she sank beneath time's billows, 

I^ike an island of the sea, 
For she was without His keeping, 

Whose fame arose in Galilee. 
Coming downward through the ages, 

We behold a rising star, 
And the nations gaze in wonder, 

From their distant lands afar. 
'Tis an omen of a power 

That shall spiead throughout the earth, 
Girding zones with bands of friendship, 

Scattering blessings from its birth. 
For its watchword is the order 

Of the Nazarene fulfilled — 
Glory to the God of Heaven, 

Peace on earth, to men good will. 
Love thy neighbor ! Men are brothers ! 

Equal rights to all mankind ! 
By these signs this land shall conquer — 

The Lord of hosts is here enshrined. 
For this truth brave hearts knew anguish. 

In the home and on the field, 
Bearing woe in loathsome dungeons, 

Bleeding, dying, love to shield. 
For this truth the rising nation 

Struggled in its upward wa}', 
That she might uplift a sceptre 

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1^ Reaching through the clouds above, 

^^ The guiding, bright, omniscient hand, 
1^ Of the righteous God we love. 

-"•^IC Thus the memories of our heroes, 
-^ We now consecrate to-day, 

^/!^ Have eternal truth within them, 
^ And shall never pass away. 

^ There are lessons for the living, 
^ Lessons marked in blood and tears, 

-f^ Let us list to hear the warnings 
1^ Written out in sorrow's years. 

'^ From the strife o'er Sumter's ramparts, 
^ 'Neath the starry banners wave, 

;^^ Down through all the years of terror 
f^ To the martyred chieftain's grave. 

^ There are voices echoing to us, 
^ Calling freemen to be true, 

^ Shouting halt! to faithless statesmen, 
^3 Who'd sell the Red, the White and Blue. 

7^ Hear these voices in grand chorus 
:hM, Wafted up from many graves, 

,^ Pleading strong for manly purpose 
"il^/ Where politic craft enslaves. 

"^ What saith they who perished fighting 
'^ Through the shrapnel, fire and shell, 

*^ Facing death without faltering, 
d% Charging on until they fell ? 

^ And the wounded at the roll-call, 
'% Fainting, with a pierced breast, 

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Murm'ring " Mother, sister, sweetheart, 

. O be near me! I want rest." ^' 

" Raise me comrade ! What that cry ? 

They flee? We've won, I know ;" '' . 

' ' Let me kiss you for my darlings — 

Then turn my face unto the foe." 
What saith they who died in prison ? !:J^ 

In delirium calling loud ^'^ 

For loved ones home : ' ' Boys see the flag ! 

Fold it round me for my shroud. ' ' 
From the trenches in those death pens, ^^ 

In the swamps and on the lea, ^ 

There are pale hands pointing upward, v.. 

Beckoning to you and me. 
And they who went down in the sea. 

Amid the waves, firing their last. 
Saying, "We'll sink ere we'll yield. 

Firm as our guns which are fast." 
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' ' The Cumberland floats for Union' '— - T^ 

The rest the billows may tell. 
So, this sacrificial service, 

On the altars of our land. 
Should make honored ones most faithful, 

Doing duty hand in hand. 
Grant and Hancock, martyred Garfield, 

Throned by love in hearts of all 
Fathers, mothers, youth and children, 

Kings and peasants, great and small. 






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With a loyal, waichful eye, 
Condemn ye, vengeful men of hate, 

Who do their sacred trusts belie. 
By the memory of these brothers, 

Who bled and died on Southern fields, 
By their consecrated spirit, 

Which e'en now still o'er us steals. 
By the broken hearts and anguish, 

Of the living for the dead, 
By the bow of promise round us 

While the nation's tears were shed. 
IVe do vow for truth and jiistice. 

Not for triumph and the spoils, 
And our stand shall be for manhood, 
Which hath scorn for briber's coils. 
And we'll rally round our standard 

With the trophies of war's years. 
Ever trusting the Great Ruler, 

Who can banish all our fears. 
And whose throne with us exalted 

Shall hurl traitors back forlorn. 
While the bright clustered western stars 

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TWO TYPICAL CHARACTERS IN MODERN CIVILIZATION, 



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DAILY REMINDERS OF EVOLUTION. 
Trained Gorillas. 

RAINED gorilla! Trained gorilla! in this 

land of the free, 
He can vote, he can boss and an alderman be; 
He can swing a daystick, a nightclub can 

hurl, 
He'll maul a small boy, or pounce on a girl. 
All hail, thou Land of the Free ! 

"Trained gorillas! Trained gorillas! in the 

street cars they ride ; 
They will spit by your feet, and sit close by 

your side, 
They'll talk like a foghorn and laugh with such 

grace ; 
At women they'll stare, and breathe rum in 

your face. 
All hail, thou Land of the Free. 

' ' Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla ! regards of a 

maiden he'll win, 
Strange magic when she ' s pure and free from 

vile sin, 
His victim becomes and can't be released, 
Till he casts her away, this fiend of a beast. 
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"Trained gorilla! Trained gorilla! He owns a 

saloon, 
The gamblers and sports, he'll give them a boom, 
With swagger and strut, big diamonds he wears. 
The product of heart's blood he won in his lair. 
He knows law in the I^and of the Free. 

"Trained gorilla! Trained gorilla! big money 

he owns. 
He'll skin a poor workingman down to his bones; 
Any rival or weakling opposing HIS TRUST 
He'll crush if he can and grind him to dust. 
He'd ' corner' the air in the Land of the Free. 

' ' Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla ! high office 

doth hold. 
Having power, is heartless; can be bought or 

be sold. 
If a brave one for right shall dare to be rash. 
He'll turn on the screws and give him the lash. 
He has ''pulls' in the Land of the Free. 

" Trained gorilla ! Trained gorilla! late Darwin 

forgive us. 
Thy view we rejected that man was a cuss 
Descended from apes; for clear proof of the facts, 
This animal watch, just follow his tracks — 
He's here in the Land of the Free. 

' ' Below angels a little, it is said man was made, 
Like angels we've met, not of a high grade ; 
The spark that' s immortal some have far inside. 
If you get at their souls you must pierce a thick 

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OUR DARLING, 

IKE a birdling is our darling, 

Cooing, chirping, gliding : 
' Mid her spring-tide flowerets blooming, 

In love's bowers hiding. 



Gleeful, blithesome is our darling, 
lyike a brooklet singing ; 
Giving cheer to weary toilers 

While the sheaves they're bringing. 

Ivike a glory-ray our darling; 

Piercing pearly gate bars; 
Here to light the clouds with visions 

Of the home 'mid stars. 

Jesus spake so of our darling 

Little ones caressing 
He said, "Bring them, they are welcome,- 

For such is my blessing." 

Refrain, 
O sweet trusting childhood. 
Like birds of the wild wood, 

So guileless, so joyous and free ; 
Thy brightness and prattle, 
'Mid life's raging battle. 

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HER PRAYER. 

[A recorded fact.] 

'WAS a little blue eyed girlie, 
Kneeling by a snowy cot; 

From her face gold tresses curly 
Were held back by ribbon knot. 



Irittle clasped hands press the pillow 
Face uplifted, eyes half closed, 
Night robe white as crested billow, 
Outside peeping pinkish toes. 

That sweet face is tinged with sadness 

For mamma and papa's ill. 
Yet she hopes that home's past gladness 

Shall again the love-cup fill. 

List ! The child her heart is freeing 

"O, dear God, my mamma's sick," 

Opes her eyes as if she's seeing 

Through earth's darkness deep and thick. 

"Dear God, please make us well, " she prayeth, 
'And of yourself do take good care. 

For we all will go to pieces 

Should anything hap to you up there." 



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IlylylK, I am stuck on my papers," 

Were the words of a frail little boy 
Who had toiled late at night to help Mamma 
For whom he was her chief joy. 



Drenched by storm in the blast he most 
fainted 

As his efforts and hope seemed in vain, 
He told of his troubles to Billie 

On whose life hard burdens had lain. 



That frail boy's dear Mamma was failing 
In the garret home sick and alone ; 

Hot tears down her wan face were falling 
For her darling ; each breath was a moan. 



In the cars through the streets he had scurried 
As his call "Kvening papers" had cried, 

His thoughts were " I'll have bread for my 
Mamma 
And the doctor to help her beside. ' ' 

Said Billie, "You wait 'round the corner 
Near that step by the box there below, 

I'll go 'mong the boys at the bridge cars, 

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Many boys did each give some pennies 
To help that poor, frail little Joe, 

Whose hard luck "being stuck on his papers" 
Was like theirs, they had been there just so. 

When Billie returned to the grating, 
To the steps where he'd left little Joe 

He called "'Joey, now you're all hunky," 
But no answer there came from below. 



Down the steps Billie crawled, looking anxious, 
"Joey, Joey, see here, you're all right." 

In the corner there lay a drenched little form 
But the spirit had taken its flight. 

That mother soon followed her darling 
When the tidings told how he had died, 

Christ's angels with Joey did welcome 
His mamma beyond sorrow's tide. 





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HERE are memory trinkets! We glean not 

a few, 
From the clustered years vanished like clear 
morning dew; 
Great their power still o'er the grown 
child. 
They are sacred and sweet to the soul's 
tender glance, 
Down Eife's echo hallways, till in a heart trance, 
They are blessings in storms now so wild. 

My little red sled — and that thick woolen cap — 

Mother's kiss that awoke from a balmy day 

nap — 

Those special caresses " that day o'er again." 

The brooklet's soft murmur, the pool where we 

played, 
The old berry patch, "big Maples" soft shade, 
Eoved trinkets in childhood's refrain. 

Youth's songs by the way in a glory star night. 
The breath of the zephyrs — those June days so 
bright — 
The old beaten path in the lane. 
That first new sweet impulse called forth by one 

face. 
As a glance from her eyes made the heart start 
a race. 
That closed in flushed cheeks pressed again. 



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plaintive cry — 
Old Dobbin the faithful — that ride, "Nell and I" 

The many fled years seem but few. 
Fair visions arise round father's arm chair, 
Darling mother's old Bible— that tress of blond 
hair, 
Eyes flooding o'er a stray little shoe. 

Are these brief vista glances through the veils 

of the past. 
But trifles that pleased us and, now to be cast 

Away 'mid the battle and strife? 
No, no! saith my heart, the sweets of to-day 
Are gathered from flowerets that bloom long 
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BOOKS A.ND MUSIC. 

By 
REV. DR. FERGUSON. 



HOW THEY ENTERED THE HARBOR. 
Lintilhon & Co., New York. 

EPISODES WITHIN A SUMMER'S CLUB. 
Henry T. Coates & Co., Philadelphia. 

SONGS ALONG THE WAY.— Illustrated. 

SONGS ALONG THE WAY, VoL U. 
Will be issued at an early date. 

BOOKLETS. 

VEILED LIFE AND GLORIES AROUND US. 

VOICES OF THE SOUL. 

THE LIGHT-O-PHONE. 

An address on the history and possibilities of the 
Light-O-Phone invention. 

SHEET MUSIC. 

Sacred Ballads. 
GIFTS OF HIS LOVE. 
LOVES PLEADINGS. 
GIVE HIM A CHEER. 



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